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Draco looked over at her; his face had a serious expression. His stare seemed to penetrate through her, and she shivered. The room turned ice cold. Hermione kept staring. She could not keep her eyes off of his steel- blue eyes. Their beauty radiated from his gorgeous, flawless face. Hermione felt her pulse quicken and she started to perspire. Why was Draco making her feel this way, she thought. She had always thought of Draco as a cruel, conniving person. But why was he making her feel like this? Hermione quickly got back to her food.
In Potions, Hermione listened attentively to Professor Snape, like always. But she a couldn't help but steal a few glances at Draco who seemed to be looking her way also. She mentally scolded herself for not paying absolute attention to Snape, and got back to her work.
After dinner, Hermione walked through the dark corridors to her new dormitory. Hugging her books to her chest tightly, she walked briskly.
'Laguna Cove,' she said when she got to the door, and walked into her common room. She was somewhat relieved and somewhat disappointed that Draco was not there. She sighed, and put her things down on the green couch. She felt the fire warm on her face. It had been a while since anything that warm had been near her. She sat, and took out her Transfiguration book.
'So. Your the Head Girl,' she heard a voice say from behind her. Her stomach lurched.
'Yes, I happen to be,' Hermione said as a matter of fact. She heard Draco's steps as he came closer to her. She shivered, and felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Draco was behind her as she sat on the couch. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, and she closed her eyes, tilting her head slightly.
'Tell me,' Draco whispered, 'How did you get chosen to be Head Girl?' Hermione's normal breathing turned to rapid.
'McGonagall. said I was. an ideal a student..' Hermione said, suddenly getting very hot. She heard Draco start to walk away. She exhaled, and her eyes rolled up into her head. She heard Dracos steps as he walked up the stairs to his own room. She thought it would be a good idea if she did the same thing.
That night, Hermione tried to sleep. She kept thinking about Draco, about the way he made her nervous. About the way that whenever she looked at him, it would send shivers up her spine. The strange thing was that she liked the way he made her feel, the way he made her nervous. She had never felt that way about anyone before. She was actually a little scared.
'Merlin, Draco Malfoy! Have I fallen off the rocker! I don't even really know him, and what would he want with someone like me?!' Hermione said out loud to herself. She realized that Draco probably would just look at her as just the annoying, Mudblood know it all, Hermione Granger. She scolded herself for even considering the idea, and soon fell asleep.
Hermione awoke to the sun beaming down upon her bed. She rubbed her pretty brown eyes, and looked outside. Snowing, again. She yawned, and got out of bed. She clumsily walked down the stairs, still in her white lingerie skirt, and knocked on the bathroom door. Draco was apparently in there. Hermione wasn't quite awake yet, either. She opened the door right up, facing Draco without his shirt, and shaving. He just stood there; looking at Hermione like it was nothing.
'Ah! Gods, I'm so sorry!' Hermione screamed, and slammed the door shut. As she caught her breath, she shook her head. She couldn't get the picture of Draco out of her head, the way he looked. Gods, the way he looked. A smile crept upon her lips. She giggled, and ran up to her room.
'Merlin, what's wrong with me?' she thought as she got ready for the day. She shouldn't like Draco, she should hate him. Draco is bad, Draco is a womanizer, Draco is evil, she repeated in her mind. No, no, he can't be all like that! Hermione finally left for her class, frustrated and confused at her emotions.
She was walking through the common room, trying to get a hold of her many books. She didn't even notice that Draco hadn't left yet.
'I don't appreciate you walking in on me in the bathroom, Mudblood,' Draco said as he caught some of her falling books. Hermione thanked him and the he smirked at her.
'Hey, I'm sorry Draco. I did not mean to do that! Don't you ever do silly things when you're overtired?' Hermione questioned, taking her books back. Draco just stared at her.
'Of course you don't. Your Draco Malfoy,' Hermione mocked, and started to walk very fast. Draco continued walking at his own pace.
'Your welcome!' he yelled behind her, an angry look on his face. Just then, a blond girl ran up to Draco from behind.
"Hay, Draco!"
Draco rolled his eyes, and put on a fake smile. 'Parkinson. Good morning to you too,' Draco said sarcastically, and started walking faster. Pansy tried to catch up.
'Why do you talk to that stupid know it all bitch? I hate her,' Pansy retorted, and made a disgusted face. 'I got to admit, she's pretty hot though.'
Draco smiled evilly. 'Exactly why I talk to her.'
'Because she's hot?' Pansy asked, and Draco hit his hand on her dirty blond hair.
'No, you fool. Because she is a know it all. I can score some major points from her, if I get on her good side,' Draco said, breaking into a run. 'See you later, Parkinson!'
Pansy stopped walking, looked at the floor, shook her head, and sighed.
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Draco looked over at her; his face had a serious expression. His stare seemed to penetrate through her, and she shivered. The room turned ice cold. Hermione kept staring. She could not keep her eyes off of his steel- blue eyes. Their beauty radiated from his gorgeous, flawless face. Hermione felt her pulse quicken and she started to perspire. Why was Draco making her feel this way, she thought. She had always thought of Draco as a cruel, conniving person. But why was he making her feel like this? Hermione quickly got back to her food.
In Potions, Hermione listened attentively to Professor Snape, like always. But she a couldn't help but steal a few glances at Draco who seemed to be looking her way also. She mentally scolded herself for not paying absolute attention to Snape, and got back to her work.
After dinner, Hermione walked through the dark corridors to her new dormitory. Hugging her books to her chest tightly, she walked briskly.
'Laguna Cove,' she said when she got to the door, and walked into her common room. She was somewhat relieved and somewhat disappointed that Draco was not there. She sighed, and put her things down on the green couch. She felt the fire warm on her face. It had been a while since anything that warm had been near her. She sat, and took out her Transfiguration book.
'So. Your the Head Girl,' she heard a voice say from behind her. Her stomach lurched.
'Yes, I happen to be,' Hermione said as a matter of fact. She heard Draco's steps as he came closer to her. She shivered, and felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Draco was behind her as she sat on the couch. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, and she closed her eyes, tilting her head slightly.
'Tell me,' Draco whispered, 'How did you get chosen to be Head Girl?' Hermione's normal breathing turned to rapid.
'McGonagall. said I was. an ideal a student..' Hermione said, suddenly getting very hot. She heard Draco start to walk away. She exhaled, and her eyes rolled up into her head. She heard Dracos steps as he walked up the stairs to his own room. She thought it would be a good idea if she did the same thing.
That night, Hermione tried to sleep. She kept thinking about Draco, about the way he made her nervous. About the way that whenever she looked at him, it would send shivers up her spine. The strange thing was that she liked the way he made her feel, the way he made her nervous. She had never felt that way about anyone before. She was actually a little scared.
'Merlin, Draco Malfoy! Have I fallen off the rocker! I don't even really know him, and what would he want with someone like me?!' Hermione said out loud to herself. She realized that Draco probably would just look at her as just the annoying, Mudblood know it all, Hermione Granger. She scolded herself for even considering the idea, and soon fell asleep.
Hermione awoke to the sun beaming down upon her bed. She rubbed her pretty brown eyes, and looked outside. Snowing, again. She yawned, and got out of bed. She clumsily walked down the stairs, still in her white lingerie skirt, and knocked on the bathroom door. Draco was apparently in there. Hermione wasn't quite awake yet, either. She opened the door right up, facing Draco without his shirt, and shaving. He just stood there; looking at Hermione like it was nothing.
'Ah! Gods, I'm so sorry!' Hermione screamed, and slammed the door shut. As she caught her breath, she shook her head. She couldn't get the picture of Draco out of her head, the way he looked. Gods, the way he looked. A smile crept upon her lips. She giggled, and ran up to her room.
'Merlin, what's wrong with me?' she thought as she got ready for the day. She shouldn't like Draco, she should hate him. Draco is bad, Draco is a womanizer, Draco is evil, she repeated in her mind. No, no, he can't be all like that! Hermione finally left for her class, frustrated and confused at her emotions.
She was walking through the common room, trying to get a hold of her many books. She didn't even notice that Draco hadn't left yet.
'I don't appreciate you walking in on me in the bathroom, Mudblood,' Draco said as he caught some of her falling books. Hermione thanked him and the he smirked at her.
'Hey, I'm sorry Draco. I did not mean to do that! Don't you ever do silly things when you're overtired?' Hermione questioned, taking her books back. Draco just stared at her.
'Of course you don't. Your Draco Malfoy,' Hermione mocked, and started to walk very fast. Draco continued walking at his own pace.
'Your welcome!' he yelled behind her, an angry look on his face. Just then, a blond girl ran up to Draco from behind.
"Hay, Draco!"
Draco rolled his eyes, and put on a fake smile. 'Parkinson. Good morning to you too,' Draco said sarcastically, and started walking faster. Pansy tried to catch up.
'Why do you talk to that stupid know it all bitch? I hate her,' Pansy retorted, and made a disgusted face. 'I got to admit, she's pretty hot though.'
Draco smiled evilly. 'Exactly why I talk to her.'
'Because she's hot?' Pansy asked, and Draco hit his hand on her dirty blond hair.
'No, you fool. Because she is a know it all. I can score some major points from her, if I get on her good side,' Draco said, breaking into a run. 'See you later, Parkinson!'
Pansy stopped walking, looked at the floor, shook her head, and sighed.
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